Walking in a dense fog

(going where uncertain)

not alone

each step bringing

a lighter resonance of

the rustling leaves

(a compelling force

drawing the soul

nearer and dearer)

to the One who sustains

the breath of life.

No words spoken

no messages

of a predestined future,

but a sensibility the journey

is steadfast toward

an unopened gift

of unknown tomorrow.

Phyllis Weeks Rogers

December 18, 2021

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